Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.